Lincoln and Kane returned carrying the same red seaweed-type plant that Clarke had found for Jasper when he had been clinging to life after he had been stabbed. It seemed like years ago that this happened, and it had hardly been a month ago. Time flew by now, and it felt as though the seconds were counting down like another bomb was coming down to end all human life on Earth. But we weren’t going down that easily. One hundred years had passed since the nuclear war, and we had survived against all the odds. It was Bellamy’s turn to fight the odds.

                Lincoln crouched down, ripping the red seaweed apart and mixing it with something else resembling moss and the glowing mushrooms. As he worked on the burn heal, the rest of us say impatiently trying to hold on to what little we had left. Time was ticking until the Mountain Men would find us here, only half a kilometer away from the camp itself. I stroked Bellamy’s hair again, though he was unconscious.

                “Here.” Lincoln said at last, handing Octavia a large leaf full of the burn heal. He took the other half to Abby, who applied it generously to Finn’s back.

                I dabbed some of the thick substance to Bellamy’s face and neck, Octavia helping as well. Bellamy writhed in his unconscious state, but we managed to cover the burns entirely.

                “What now?” I asked, my voice shaking.

                “We need to get them back to the lake.” Abby said, “There is some medical supplies in there, and we will be safer than we are here.”

                “She’s right, the Mountain Men will find us.”

                “We will need something to carry them on.” Octavia said; we could carry Bellamy without a stretcher, but Finn’s back was too badly burnt to touch.

                Using branches and our own jackets, we managed to make a pitiful but useable stretcher for Finn. Lincoln and Kane lifted the teenager onto the stretcher, placing him on his stomach so that his festering wounds were not being bothered. Sinclair and Abby carried Finn in the stretcher, while Lincoln and Kane carried Bellamy. Octavia and I aided their wounds whenever they seemed as though they were in treacherous pain, and gave them water when they needed it. Food was more difficult, as they could not chew when they were unconscious. We held off on food until we arrived back at the Arc.

                People had set up makeshift tents, and small fires burned on the edges of the lake. Since it was still daylight when we arrived, it was safe to have the fires. However, they would have to be put out at first light. While the Hundred had not worried about fires bringing in any dangers, we had not bothered the Mountain Men until the bridge had been blown to bits.

                Abby took full control and command when we arrived back at the Arc, and I realized that she was trying to cope with the fact that Clarke was probably never to be seen again. To busy herself with saving the lives of others, rather than focusing on those that had been lost. Many people from the Arc were wandering around, gathering water from the lake and assisting Abby where she needed it. I felt as though Bellamy was in safe hands, but I could not be sure of anything until he was awake, talking and feeling better.

                As day turned to night, Octavia and I were sitting on the edge of the lake, tossing rocks into the dark water. Waiting was more painful that not knowing.

                “It’s amazing that we found them…” Even though Bjorn had not known they would be in the tunnel, I wished I could have thanked him for helping us find Bellamy and Finn.

                “What does it matter if he doesn’t make it.” Octavia said drearily.

                “He’ll get a funeral, he’ll die with people he loves around him.” I said, though my words were hollow.

                “Octavia, Avarice.” Kane’s voice came gently, “He’s awake.”

                Both of us were on our feet in seconds, racing towards the tent where Bellamy and Finn were. Bellamy was leaned up on some folded blankets. Both his eyes were opened, but not very wide. His burnt skin was red and moist looking, but it no longer looked infected. I walked to his side, grabbing his hand gently in mine. No words were coming to my mind; this moment was beyond words.

                “Why... Why’d you come back?” Bellamy asked, his voice hoarse not only from the damage done to his lungs by smoke inhalation, but also by the stunt Murphy pulled with the noose.

                I wasn’t going to lie to Bellamy and tell him that I went back for him; the first day I had gone back to see if he or anyone else was left alive, and found nothing but a graveyard. The second time I had gone back was by Abby’s command, though I had wanted to go back just in case I had missed anything in the brief moment I had been there to begin with. Truth was glue in a relationship to hold it together, as well as the foundation on which it should be built on.

                “Abby wanted to see it, to truly see what happened…” I told him, “What did happen?”

                Bellamy’s eyes went dark; a painful memory no doubt.

                “When you left-“

                I cut him off, “When you made me leave.”

                “I just came back from the dead, do you have to be so stubborn?”

                “Yes.” I grinned.

                “I made it back to the camp, but the walls were ripped down. Everyone was in the drop ship, and I intended to make it there. But Finn and I didn’t make it in; there were too many Grounders. Most everyone was safe. When the doors closed, the Grounders turned their attention to the ship, attacking it, trying to break in. Finn and I managed to reach the tunnels, but the blast still got us.”

                I could see it was hard for him to speak; the lack of skin on his cheeks forced his skin to stretch further than normal, and I could only imagine the pain he was in.

                “We hid in the tunnels, climbing further in when we heard the coughing.” He said, “And after that all I remember is blackness.”

                “The Mountain Men came down… took everyone.”

                “Is Finn…?”

                “He’ll be fine.” I said, looking up at Abby who nodded her confirmation.

                “You understand why I sent you off… right?”

                Though I hated him for sending me away, forcing me to leave him and the others to die, good had come from it. I had found him, saved his life, and discovered where the others had been taken. If that had not been the case, it was likely that I would have died that night, or been held captive by the Mountain Men like the others. But on the other hand, Bjorn had died because of it. He was more than just a casualty to me; though he was gone, he would live on in my memories forever.

                I pressed my hand against Bellamy’s unharmed cheek, “Yes.”

                He glanced to Octavia then, “I thought I would never see my little sister again…”

                “We’re family, we’ll always be together.” She replied.

                “Everything I said to you… Everything I said to the Groun- to Lincoln, I was so wrong.” He replied, his voice fading slightly; his eyes drooped momentarily. “I should have listened to you before, believed you. You’re so much wiser than me. Your caring eyes saw beyond what my vengeful ones could.”

                “Well… that’s all pretty true.” She grinned, then kissed his forehead, seeing that he was falling into unconsciousness. “I love you big brother.”

                “I love you both.” He said.

                He was asleep then, hardly any nutrients in the last while were sustaining him. But he was alive. He was going to heal, recover, and survive. Just as Earth had done when we nearly obliterated it, and ourselves, it had come back stronger. Bellamy would too. His wounds would heal.

                My wounds would heal.

So, I think I honestly dread endings for the reason that there are always people who will hate me for the ending I chose (for my own story) or that it is over (I have a life you know). So, please don't give me any hate messages for finishing a story, at least I did complete it. Hopefully I answered all questions, and hopefully the ending was a taste of bitter and sweet. I know Bjorn's death saddened many, but I kept Bellamy alive, that has to count for something. I don't like happy endings... so this was the best I could muster up. No THERE WILL BE NO SEQUEL as far as I am currently concerned. The more people cry about it, the less I want to even think about it. There is a small chance that I CAN write a sequel once the second season starts up, but chances are I won't have time and my ending might clash with the new season. That's understanable, right?